It doesn’t matter, if I were willingIt doesn’t matter that the lights are tender, love.Oh, oh, I know you have to go.It doesn’t matter, I fought my heart,It’s broken, shattered to a million and one.I’m done, I guess I haven’t won.

'Cause I could’ve been your girlAnd you could’ve been my four leaf clover.If I could do it over I’d send you the pillow that I cry on.

It doesn’t matter, I just begun,And if you see me, just move on,'Cause we are free and never meant to be.

'Cause I could’ve been your girlAnd you could’ve been my four leaf clover.If I could do it over I’d send you the pillow that I cry on.

'Cause I could’ve been your girlAnd you could’ve been my four leaf clover.If I could do it over I’d send you the pillow that I cry on.

'Cause I could’ve been your girlAnd you could’ve been my four leaf clover.If I could do it over I’d send you the pillow that I cry on.